Yo shut 'em down start the violenceWe wilin' wilin' sling back his body foundWashed up on coney islandWhen i rolled up, this niggas heart slowed upThat killa froze up, when i pulled up jumped out with the pump-pumpThirty-two shots and ducked outSo look outLeft that cat for dead his body smoked outCause when i fall y'all killas a kill me kidI'm goin' all outLifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust itGmae play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trustedDon't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vestHave you layin' with a dead restShoulda known when you was lookin' in the eyes a deathAnd i swore forgiveness when i did thisThere was not no witness but he should understandCause even god got a shit list

[verse 2:]Beat downs anonymousI spit like a shiny silver nanabus(?)Niggas fond of usWe the kind that rush, those that hold backTakin' your whole stackGrimy street catsNiggas bald head like kojakGo gat for gatCoat thatYou could smoke thatOr cut black dustMakin' your whole fuckin' stove crackBetta know me1-3, one and only could be never phoney in any ceremonyI'l tear you homeyShut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em downShun sees takin' your timeMakin' your mindGot this nigga on the lowDefecatin' with rhymesBreakin' your spineGot you movin' from the flurry, time to worryI'ma bury the bullshitI'ma bury the bullshitI'ma bury the bullshitFeel my full clip

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[verse 3: dmx]Aiyyo i bet you this muthafuckin' double barrel will blast his faceBe on the look out for a basket caseNiggas pumped you up to watch you get beatHad you thinkin' shits sweetNow you up shit's creekCause your shits weakHow mich is your life worth to someone importantCause i be extortin'Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't want to get caught inFrom back in the days of gordonNiggas was gettin' robbedThe guy from rikers height stayed on his jobWith his own little mobWas it worth goin back to the earth so soonWorth makin' my shit go boomTo your own doom, from the graveyardsTill there's no roomFuck you know about a pine boxMoney goin' out with nine glocksOn top of that same nigga when they pull with they nine shotsFeel like killin' for your crewI ain't gon' restIt gonna take a whole lot to put up your bestThen watch your loins spill out your vestYou best get on some act your age shitYou a little kidThat run for facesMore niggas get killed like that

[verse 4: sticky fingaz]

Mad man sticky f-i-n-g-a-zThe crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and daysGrazin' amazin' i'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'Hard to be pahsin' lord with all this hell i'm raisin'God of the underground, i'm gunnin' 'em down with a thunder poundWe gonna shut 'em downWe turn we gonna shut 'em downWe turn we gonna shut 'em downWe turn shit dumb quick gun clickLyin' in the vinePersed the line on your dickIn the morgue admit it dogsI'm the rottweiler my glock hollerFuck cocaine killer i sniff gun powderSo all you real willies throw your roleys in the skyAnd all the crooks rob the place outsideI'm so hype, i tkae your life, betta have my doe rightFuck my life, i don't need no mic!

The new albumBring itMotherfuckin' may

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That's that shit

Bring me on pointAbout to shut down the whole industryOfficial nastyDmxWe wreckin' everything